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As a child I felt and helpless
Low cash from a wealthless
I'll stick a wino, and rob him for his last
Happy days my way we didn't find many
Momma said that I was line talkin smack
Extension cords to this young black back
A juvenile, thirteen, now I'm up
Scared to cry, I don't get fucked up
Fifty push ups a strain on my chest
I paint the that I pose for a sleeveless
I see my momma only when she cry
She said my baby brother's comin he ain't far
Somebody tell me how I up like this
I wait for God to give me strength, i'ma this
I refuse to bend down 'cause I'm young and
Do or die that's this young rough style
They'll never me

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My soul will be free they find me

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I hit the street full grown, gone now
Had a heart attack I'm on my own now
My black boots and my green all I own
And a desire for a microphone
I see my man tiah bless me wit a burner
Any coincidence I'm like nat turner
Twenty stick ups in thirty days see me comin
Everybody on the block duck and start
A old told me baby boy calm down
But in vietnam war I got to bomb now
My cash was up a somethin, somethin, takin shake
I blasted at the weedgate and took his papes
'cause I came a long way, in a short time
And I'm to die tryin to get mine
Alotta niggas I'm cool wit 'em, guess what
Them niggas in for a shock I'm fucked up
You'll find me

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I got a little crew now I'm selling
mickeyed out navigator, tight straight
I got the butter seats watch a video
Stag a lee, in the city knows
I my rounds and I'm checkin how my work's moving
Shit is picking up nice, is improving
I got the baddest in brooklyn, she six months
She a eye on my whole house, my youngsters
I got my on the side she don't know about
I'm on my way to see her now, I'm a her out
I pull up to see her standing in the door
fine like a porn star masturbating
She said, "daddy are you hungry, you like to eat
Would you let me rub your back, can I your feet"
I told her, "baby make the bed I need rest"
She sucked me until I fell asleep, God bless
I see my momma with my eyes closed, strange
to wake up and touch something, outta range
White clouds the softness I hear the music
What the hell is going on I'm 'bout to lose it
Momma why you to me like you right here
She said, "son you outta focus now, clear"
She said, "your life'll be a for everyone
Because layin in the bed that you made son"
how they found me